Mina, Mitch, and Smudge Too

"Have fun cowgirl," she managed to splutter as she and Ashley staggered off in the direction of the carpark, where several taxis were already being filled with the tipsy and rowdy party goers.

Outside, the chilled February night hit her, it was freezing. She felt herself shiver, despite feeling flushed with both wine and desire, along with being wrapped under Mick's arm. He stopped and removed his coat and wrapped it around her.

"I'm fixin' to get into something a little naughty?" he asked, "how about you darlin'?"

"Hell yeah," She laughed

He took her hand and led her towards one of several wooden platforms that were spread out over the airfield. These platforms had large windstock flags standing on the top and were also used as viewing platforms. Windstocks are large conical shaped flags and are used to show the direction of the wind. You will see them on airport runways. Quite useful on a drop zone. The jumpers can see which direction the wind is blowing to help them traverse their landings, hopefully meaning that they don't end up landing in someone's back garden or worse.

"Up there?" She asked, looking up, her stomach dropping just slightly at the thought of climbing the not so sturdy looking ladder.

"I reckon, it's a great view," Mick was clearly enjoying the fact that Mina looked a little shocked at his suggestion.

Not one to back down to a challenge she gathered herself and faced him, "Ok, why not, although not what she was expecting?"

With that Mick motioned for her to start up the ladder. Cautiously, she was wearing thigh high, stilettoed boots, not the most suitable attire for climbing ladders in the middle of the night. Halfway up and she found herself questioning what she was doing?

"However, this view is actually much better," Mick said as he began to follow her up the ladder. She couldn't help but smile as she realised, he was referring to her ass.

Reaching the top she took a long deep breath, steadying herself. He took her hand, and they went towards the edge of the platform.

As they looked out over the Drop Zone the wind whipped around them. The view out over the airfield was magnificent. The lights of buildings and houses in the far distance, glistening in the deep February night. The sky was alive with stars.

Mina was exhilarated, she could feel the blood coursing through her veins. She had always loved the night; feeling more alive than at any other time than when darkness descended.

She turned to Mick, "Well if you don't want me to freeze to death you better do something to warm me up."

He pulled her into him and bent his head to her upturned face and kissed her long, hard and deep. She kissed him back, matching his intensity. He was nibbling her lip, his tongue then probing her mouth. He kissed his away across her cheek and down the apex of her neck. His strong arms holding her so tight she couldn't move. The feeling of his moist, hot kisses on her skin setting her body on fire.

She could already feel the dampness between her legs, the heat spreading upwards.

She could feel his hardness against her hip as they continued to kiss. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest; erect nipples sensitive to the feel of him.

She found herself burying her fingers into his thick hair and pulling his head down. Forcibly encouraging him to kiss his way lower than her neck, down over her chest and to the swell of her breasts, breasts that the corset was pushing vigorously upwards. He traced his tongue over the swell, he was almost knelt to allow himself the angle to be able to work on her breasts and look up at her at the same time.

His eyes were dark pools in the half-light but the desire and lust in them burned bright.

His hands went to her suspender clips and with little effort he unclipped them. Mina knew what he wanted. She stepped back from him, he was knelt in front of her, fully on his knees.

she slowly slipped her fingers into the side of the hot pants and slowly started to pull them down. Thumbs hooked into each side, swaying her hips seductively as she did so, strip tease style.

Just as they hit the ground and she stepped out of them, he moved forward still on his knees and with one hand holding each hip, he began to kiss her stomach, his tongue trailing from one hip bone to the other.

She moaned aloud this time, her fingers buried deep into his hair, she pushed his head lower, pushing her hips forward. He kissed down to her bikini line; she could feel her own wetness spreading between her legs. Her pussy was throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat. He slowly probed his tongue just slightly between her pussy lips. She was grinding her hips into his face, desperate to feel his tongue on her clit. He responded by teasing her clit with his tongue.

He was driving her crazy, her pussy was open, wanting, waiting, needing to be filled. But he just held her ass in both hands and continued to lick and suck around her lips and her clit.

She could feel the orgasm building, but he knew just when to stop, when to kiss away from the hot zone and leave her gasping for more. Then he would work his way back and bring her close again.

Finally, she could take no more and she pulled his head back away from her.

He made his way to his feet, making a point of licking his lips.

"Now that is one very tasty pussy," he said as he stepped in and put one hand straight between her legs. His fingers spreading the lips and pressing her clit. She was so wet his fingers slipped over her clit easily and they felt amazing. She held onto him as he delved deeper inside her, kissing him hard as he did.

"I wanted to do this on the day-unce floor," he said as he started to rhythmically fuck her with his finger. He was hitting the spot; he was fucking good. She thrust her hips in time with his movement, the cold was forgotten as she felt the heat spread through her body.

Then just as she could feel the orgasm building once more, he stopped and pulled his finger out. He placed his finger on her lips as she started to protest. He held the finger that had been inside her between their lips and licked it. She did the same. He was right, she did taste amazing. So sweet.

"Turn, that mighty fine ass around," he demanded.

She did as he ordered and faced away from him. Suddenly his hand was on the back of her neck, and he was bending her forward, she grabbed for the handrail of the platform. At the same moment he placed one leg between hers and forced her legs apart. She could hear him undoing his jeans. The railing was cold, but she didn't care. Her body had been so hot, she felt like she was on fire.

The experience that had been unfolding, was both crazy, and incredible. She had wanted sex that night, but she could never imagined that she would end up having sex on top of a wooden platform, in the middle of an airfield, with a gorgeous man that she had met less than five hours previously. A man that was going to take her, caveman style and boy had she been so ready for his cock.

"You want this? " he had asked, and she could feel the tip of his rock-hard cock between her ass cheeks and probing for her pussy.

"Yes," she breathed and pushed back against him, reached between her legs and grabbed for his cock, he allowed her to guide the tip to the hole. With one swift, firm movement he thrust into her. Mina gasped, he was big and thick, he filled her tight pussy completely.

His moans fuelled her lust, he took hold of her ass cheeks and started to thrust, she thrust back wanting every inch of him. As she looked out over the dark airfield, some stragglers from the party were walking by, completely oblivious to what was happening above them.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She moaned louder and thrust back as hard as she could.

"Go on my sexy little bitch, cum over my cock," he was thrusting with amazing rhythm she was so close her pussy was stretched and gripping his cock. He was swelling inside her; she knew that he was close too. She was so wet her juices were making the inside of her thighs wet.

"So, this is where you are hiding," the voice rose over their moans, but it took a second or two for Mina to register it, such was the frenzy of lust she was in. When the realisation did hit, she had jumped but she was pinned, by Mick and his cock. Mick had stopped thrusting, but he hadn't pulled out of her.

"You're a fucking perv Smudge, what the fuck y'all doing here?" Mick challenged, as he pulled his wet and still very hard cock from her.

Jesus, it was Smudge, "What the fuck was he doing on the platform?" she had thought to herself.

There had been a surprising mix of emotions going through her at that moment. Embarrassment at having been found in such a compromising position, and something else, a buzz, an exhilaration. The realisation that someone was watching, that the someone could see her bent double with a big hard cock in her exposed pussy had meant that the embarrassment had been overshadowed by an increased desire!

"Well as you stole my girl, I thought at the very least you would offer me an after-party drink or two at yours," Smudge said mockingly.

She stood straight and turned to face Smudge. Mick was tucking his cock into his jeans and buttoning them up.

He turned to her, "Drink?" he asked.

She was dumbfounded and fucking frustrated, thinking to herself, "Was he not going to say anything else to Smudge about the fact that he had just gate crashed our private party? "

Well, she was not going anywhere until this guy had finished what he started. So, she nodded. She had really needed that drink. Mina picked up her discarded hot pants and pulled them on, grabbed Mick's coat and her bag from the floor and headed to the ladder.

"Aren't you just a naughty little minx?" Smudge said as they began their decent down the ladder.

"More to me that meets the eye," she responded, stepping from the ladder.

"Indeed, there is, I caught a glimpse of it up there," he laughed and winked.

She felt her face flush, despite herself.

"Lucky you," she retaliated and moved past him.

Mick led the way across the airfield. They approached the camp site area, where several camper vans, caravans and tents were all pitched up. The Drop Zone attracted jumpers from around the country and the world. A little like surfing, jumping becomes a way of life for some people. Hence, the camp site area.

He approached what can only be described as a huge Winnebago or RV, "Very American" she thought to herself.

"Welcome to my bachelor pad," he waved his hand to the silver and black, shining colossus of a vehicle.

He then opened the door and went inside. She followed just as he hit the lights.

Mina was more than a little impressed. She was standing in a large living area located behind the cab. There were two large, pale tan soft leather sofa benches, with a table in the middle. This was next to the kitchen area. A kitchen that was impressive by any standard let alone a kitchen in a mobile home. What looked like dark oak cabinets and draws, a cream-coloured work surface and sink area. Opposite the benches and table there were two soft sofas with matching cushions. Past that there were two doors, she could only assume one was a bathroom and the other a bedroom. Soft carpeting ran throughout the living area, except for the kitchen area, where there was a small but functionable area of lino.

All the décor and soft furnishings were well co-ordinated. A blend of creams and browns. It felt luxurious, like walking into a hotel suite.

The lighting was atmospheric, recessed bulbs in the ceiling, floor level bulbs set into the kick boards of the kitchen. The low wattage lighting gave the entire space a homely and seductive feel.

"Wine?" Mick asked and headed to the kitchen area,

"Please," she responded. The wine was much needed.

Pleased to be in the warm but very conscious of the continued wetness between her legs, her pussy still feeling stretched and unsatisfied.

"Jack Daniels for me mate," Smudge said and went to sit on one of the benches. Mina moved to one of the sofas opposite him. Mick brought over a bottle of red with two glasses and a whisky for Smudge. Poured two glasses of red and left the bottle on the table where Smudge was sitting, then came to sit next to her on the sofa.

Mick placed the hand not holding his glass on her thigh. It was warm, he squeezed just a little. Shivers ran along her spine.

He then lifted his glass in a toast, "Here's to good losers and even better mates" he winked at Smudge who raised his glass and nodded his head in acknowledgement. She tipped her glass, joining their toast and took a long drink from her glass. The red wine was the perfect temperature and she felt it's warming effect in her chest.

She looked at Smudge, he was looking at her as he sipped from his glass. The atmosphere was becoming thick, electric, her senses were heightened. The adrenaline was pumping, her heart rate elevated. Mina was sensing something, but she wasn't sure what. She didn't feel uncomfortable or in danger, but her hippocampus had been on fire with something.

Mick picked up a control from the arm of the sofa, pressed a couple of buttons and music started to pipe through imbedded speakers. George Michaels silky smooth voice, singing An Easy Affair. At the same time the lights dimmed to a pleasant bluish white light.

She felt Mick's hand on her thigh again and he began stroking it.

"Do you want to take those boots off or you plannin' on running out on me?" he asked but he was looking directly at Smudge as he said it.

She laughed and handed him her glass, so that she could unzip the boots.

After removing the boots, she leant back in the sofa and took her glass from Mick

"They are some very kinky boots," Smudge said

"I'm a very kinky lady," the words had been out of her mouth in a heartbeat. She shocked herself at what she had said.

"I think we are starting to realise that Mina," Smudge responded, winking at Mick as he did.

Mick's hand had been continually stroking her thigh and he was asserting pressure to separate her thighs. She had resisted.

"So, Mick, what is it you do?" Mina tried to divert the conversation

"Oh Mick, doesn't really work, he claims that he does, but what he really does is travel the world in this big bean can, throwing himself out of perfectly working airplanes," Smudge's tone wasn't sarcastic, it was playful.

"My mate Smudge there, is just very jealous" Mick retorted "I used to be in the military, then when I came out, I became a parachute instructor. Now I do a little of that, I film people jumpin' out of planes and I do a hell of a lot of travel" Mick's accent was strong, his Texan drawl made the vowels "I" and "e" sound the same. Many "h's" disappeared. He sounded like most cowboys in a good western movie. "Singing" would sound like "swayng-in"

The vague explanation of what he did, had been either deliberately undefined or his life was just that simple, she hadn't been convinced either way.

"Ex-military, that must have been interesting," she tried to keep the conversation going but the feeling of his hand on her thigh had made it difficult to concentrate. All she could think about was the feeling of his cock inside her and his hands on her ass. The warming, relaxing effect of the red wine had not helping her cause.

"Interestin'is one way of describin' it," he laughed and drank more wine

"And what is it the kinky Mina does in her real life?" it was Smudge who had thrown the question at her.

She turned back towards him, "I'm a psychologist"

A moments silence followed and then both men had burst into loud, deep laughter.

"You have got to be shitting me?" Smudge laughed, "mate you are in a world of trouble, if she works out the real you, she will either have you committed or arrested."

Mick stopped laughing and pulled her to him, "Well my little brain Dr, what do y'all think I'm thinkin' now?"

"I'm psychologist, not a psychic, but having sampled some of you earlier I would imagine that your thoughts aren't all that clean right now," she shocked herself at the response she managed to pull out of the depths of her semi-intoxicated brain.

"Good answer," he had cheered and raised his glass, "here's to unclean thoughts."

She chinked glasses with him and then he leaned in and kissed her. His hand holding her head so that she couldn't pull away. She could feel Smudge's eyes on them, but she couldn't help but kiss him back.

As they continued to kiss, the same dark but not entirely uncomfortable feeling swept through her. She had known that Smudge was watching them, he was watching, and he was sat less than a few feet from them. Then he spoke.

"It looked like you guys were passed the unclean thoughts stage earlier, it looked like you were getting down and dirty."

Mick broke away from her. He looked at Smudge, "It sure is good to be spontaneous, makes life so much fun," he stood and picked up the wine bottle. He topped up her glass and his. He then poured Smudge another Jack Daniels.

"Although you did manage piss on my parade, mate," Mick continued.

Mina sipped her drink, a feeling of nervous anticipation along with a little fear had been building inside her.

She had realised where this had been heading. The alcohol had clearly slowed her brain to a crawl. She was supposed to be trained to read people; she studied human behaviour for a living, but she was only just realising where the situation had been heading, "Had this been a set up from the start?" she thought.

At that moment she hadn't known exactly what it was she did want.

She was sitting in a camper van, a very expensive, very big camper van but a glorified camper van it was. With two men that she had met only a few hours previously and she knew nothing about them. Suddenly her bag, along with her phone inside it, had seemed a long way from her reach.

Now her somewhat sleepy hippocampus had started firing on all cylinders, "Had she made a terrible mistake?"

Mick returned and sat next to her. she was even more conscious of him next to her.

Her senses were then on high alert.

"Well, there, sexy lady, what do you think we should do?" Mick turned to her and leant in for a kiss.

Although she was on high alert, she responded to the kiss. She responded because that dark, tingling feeling was getting stronger. Something about the situation had been turning her on and she couldn't deny it.

They kissed long and deep and as it went on, she realised that the thought of Smudge sitting there watching had been the turn on. The fact that he was watching, and if he was watching he would almost definitely be getting turned on.

Men are visual creatures; they respond to visual stimuli. That's why the biggest proportion of porn viewers are men. They get off on watching sex, whether it was just naked women, women playing with women or watching full on sex, it gets them horny. Horny for men equals a hard cock.

As she was kissing Mick, his hands were roaming over her body, the thought of Smudge sitting there with a hard cock in his trousers, had started to drive her wild.

Instinctively she raised her performance. Letting lose her suppressed moans, kissing harder.

Mick's hand went to her breast through the corset she could feel him squeezing it. Her nipples were already bullet hard and his touch on her breast was sending electricity directly to her pussy. At this point Micks question had still been unanswered. Maybe her actions had answered the question for him.

She was still cross legged at this point, her upper body twisted towards him. Finally, she uncrossed her legs. He was still caressing her breast with one hand and the other now went to the inside of her thigh. He parted her thighs further.